My love, you know I
won't judge all your lies
If you would come clean right now
I know you love me
But you don't trust me
Will you risk me finding out?

About the
Way you're makin' whoopee with your brother
Every Tuesday night, that's right I
Saw you texting one after the other, but it's alright
I'm a little down for whatever as long as you treat me right
If I can't have you without him too
I'll deal with it, if all I get is
A little flustered. Hey, there buster

My darling sunshine
There is no line
You haven't crossed with me today
I know your secret
Your deepest regret
Will be keeping this shit at bay

Cause' babe the
Way you do the do-wop with your brother
Every Sunday night, the gracious Lord ain't pleased
Score! Cause that's another point for our lives
Bucket this list, we're the next great scandal
I'm Bonnie and you're Clyde
If he's your better half
Then I'm your perfect (w)hole.
So stick it in, and scream YOU WIN
My boyfriend scored a goal

Baby, there are so many
Worse things in the world
The patriarchy, W. Bush
And all the crazy girls
Who want on your deezy
It's not that they're sleazy
It's just that you're (th)uper gay
But I still love you anyway

My darling, prince if
You would insist/incest
I would stick with you to the end
I won't make fun of your conventional love
It's complicated, you're frustrated
And I'm still yours
Not even fucking your brother would change my love for you.